True story: The other day Alex and I were chatting and somehow the letter J came up so I casually asked, “What sound does the letter J make?” He thought for a minute, then looked me dead in the eye and said…….….“TV?” D’oh!

We went out to our new favorite neighborhood Thai restaurant this past Saturday evening. We’ve ordered take-out from them a few times in the past week, wherein we moved into our new house, got sick like a stack of dominos AND overbooked our schedules… thus we were feeling the take-out like nobody’s business. Then on Saturday, Kaspar napped late and long, and—it being Saturday, with everyone feeling well again and our kid in a well-rested good mood—we thought it time to dine in. As in, in the restaurant.

I am thirty-seven weeks pregnant. You know what that means? It means: ANY TIME NOW, KID! 

On account of this pregnancy being wholly and utterly average, without complications, without extremes of any kind, I've tried pretty hard not to whine too much online. (Um, sorry if you know me in real life.) I am super excited about this baby, super grateful that everything's gone well, and I am super aware of all the stories out there that aren't as easy and uncomplicated as mine, so I know better than to whine. 

Except, I am thirty-seven weeks pregnant. And you know what that means? I AM DONE.

It’s been a rough time at the Ruddy house. The kids have morphed into the most concentrated versions of themselves, which is not a good thing. Alex and Nora are cute and sweet and polite and happy and funny and smart and a million other things that make me so proud to be their mom. But they are also WILD. I believe energetic or spirited is the PC way to say it, but the truth is, my kids are kind of kah-razy. Which amounts to my being embarrassed/exasperated/overwhelmed and just plain kah-razy much of the time lately.

As I mentioned a few weeks ago, they both wake up at about 97 percent speed and are up to 100 percent by the time they lift their heads from the pillow. Alex walked into our room this morning at 7:20. This is a direct quote from him: “I don’t know what a fly boat is. What is a fly boat, mom? Dad, do you know what a fly boat is? Is it winter today? Can we stop by the Gonzos so I can say hi to my cousin Andrew?” I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet. The nonstop interrogation—it goes on all day— is not what bothers me, it’s the nonstop everything else that I’m finding hard to handle.